The clouds colored the sky gray and the rain it poured. It poured so ferociously, the wipers couldn’t keep up. I was glad it wasn’t me in the driver’s seat, but my shoulders tensed anyway.
We’d driven this route before, the two-hour trek is a familiar one. But this time it felt tense. And I don’t think it was only on account of the pouring rain.
It was just three of us in the car that day – a mom, a dad, and their youngest girl. My thoughts were fixed on parenting. How did my girl grow so quickly? She’s 19 now – and how is that even possible? Did I serve her well? Did I equip her to handle this big world? Is she going to be wishing her mama would have taught her more?
We checked into the hotel and the night was restless.
At just after 5 am the three of us were ready for the walk across the street to the hospital. We paused before we hit the door – my husband and I we each put an arm around our girl and he said a prayer for her. After the ‘amen’ was said we reached in and kissed her on her head, this mama took a deep breath, and we walked over to find admitting.
I knew my girl was going to be okay, but my shoulders tensed anyway.
I didn’t leave her side that night. I made my bed in the green, vinyl, reclining chair right next to her hospital bed. The night was restless.
We watched out the hospital room window as the rain continued to fall.
But then the hours passed and the sun began to shine. We checked out and headed for home. Gray gave way to blue and the sky was beautiful.
As we approached home I whispered a prayer. I thanked God for home, my beautiful girl and His beautiful sky.